last one before i have to go to a meeting
please click “keep reading” or title above to read #5
When I was young I never could sleep
For two reasons: one was restless beating
Of Night Thoughts, shapes regenerate, repeating
Persons and creatures laughing, leaping, till
They came unhinged, fell…
Then started again
the quick sequence.
Within three counts of my closed eyes, stumbling
monsters born and died and reborn, tumbling
in the blank space between my eyes and hair
where I cannot turn away but inside out.
With open eyes and lucid light to douse
a child’s drunk night in ice cold water, clear
the dark, and part the marching mind. Let’s rest.
Flat lake of light, bright white blank page for sounds
To drop upon, bugs’ bodies ticking on
slick windows, and birds calling each other in for bed.
Adults ice their late night glasses,
Let T.V.s drone and glow then dampen out.
I don’t want to miss a single little life.
Crickets talk, and coyotes will too,
will sound so happy and sad in one yelp,
Like me when I see that each of you
will grow, leap, seek your others, struggle…
smile, stumble, and die.
Each one’s life limited,
how could I close my eyes?
How could I miss a minute?